TOM T. HALL

Bourbon Man Lyrics

I have a very good friend in Nashville TennesseeWho is a semiprofessional winoAnd during one of our recent and frequent conversationsWe got to talk about his religious philosophyAnd as far as I could determine this is the way he feels about it

Lord can a drunk go to heavenWell, frankly I don't see why notIf the Lord loves the weak and the wearyWell, how come He can't love a sot

Now I don't drink to hurt anybodyWhy I love everybody I meetI can quit any time but I don't want toAnd in fact I quit three times last week

Now lemme tell you 'bout some of them preachersLord you know some of 'em ain't worth a dimeWhy they're flirtin' with all of them wider, mm yeahAnd one is a wider of mine

Oh, I hear people prayin' so fancyWhy they'd be better off a sendin' you mailLord if they could've heard me last SundayWell, I've prayed 'em right out of that jail

Now Lord if a drunk gets to heavenTo walk on that great Golden StrandWould You give me a spot and the shade of a treeAnd remember I'm a bourbon man